"I'm always thinking about leaving," Lachlan answered, settling back on the couch. He wasn't quite sure why he'd brought the subject up, he'd known what her answer was going to be. "I mean, not right now, not soon." He reached up and absently tugged at his necklace, wanting to be touching Brigid. "It's almost Christmas, I'm always home for Christmas." He looked away from her, his expression pensive. "But after that, yeah. It's not you, Brig." he continued, shaking his head. "There's just so many things I haven't seen. I couldn't possibly sit in the same place day in and day out," oh, things were coming out wrong, he wasn't calling her boring, she had never been boring, but just waking up in the same place every single morning, not being able to see or smell or taste new things drove him mad.